[71 words] I have a proved, unerring Guide,Whose love I’m loth to grieve;He brings me golden promisesMy heart can scare receive;He leaders me, and hope and cheerDoth for my path provide,For dreary nights and days of drought:Have you not so sure a Guide?Quench not the faintest whisperThat the heavenly dove may bring;He seeks with holy love to lureThe wanderer ‘neath His wing. Anna Shipton (1815-1901)…
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